Bell's Beach, Victoria, a famous surf beach which, just before
we got there, had hosted the Surf Carnival. Luckily we were not
there with the crowds.
Going down to the beach . . . as you can see, it is a looong way down.
Surfers with their boards were passing us in their haste to get
down there where they paddled out to sea around the cliffs on
the left to surf in on the other side, climb the hill, go down
and repeat the performance.
On this day, the sea was deceptively calm but just looking at
the foam stirred up was a strong deterrent to dipping my toes
not only for fear of the undertow but also the rocks that one
could get swept onto.
Looking up the beach it seemed to be the perfect place just to be,
to sit and soak up the turmoil of the sea and the wonderful peace.
Although I love a dip in the ocean, these waves I did not
find particularly inviting,
not this kind of turbulent water crashing on the beach.
Leaving the beach, we climbed up at the other end on a little
path with this Wattle bird with a mean look in it's eye, sitting
on top of a bush,
interesting wind-stressed vegetation while I caught my breath,
and then the WOW factor of these public toilets near the
partly dismantled stands.
I was blown away with these dreamtime Aboriginal paintings
covering the whole building and the sacred snake holding it
in it's embrace.
Wonderful colours, wonderful design and execution.
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